All this, and, more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall — Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks That humour interposed too often makes ; All this, still legible in memory's page. And still to be so to my latest...
Specimens of the Later English Poets: With Preliminary Notices - Էջ 469
Robert Southey - 1807
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